"Octane" lyrics

I am not okay, something wrong with me
Why you think half of these folks won't get along with me
I've been up slowly, then it dawned on me
I'm a crazy mother fucker ain't no calm in me
When I pull up to that thing, 93 octane
Better fill the whole tank I'm talking gas
I got money in the bank, if you're saying one thing
Put some bread on your head that's your ass

I am not sliding, I am not violent
And if the guys make a move I am not riding
Yeah right click bang cracka, you ain't put that time in
Hide behind security, I am not Ryan
I ain't got that iron but I snuck in with some brass knuckles
Just in case I run across betrayal like the last supper
Body shot break a rib, head shot cave it in
I don't wanna fight unless he weighing in
Saying shit but you just a talk a lot, turn and bitch, call the cops
Reaper old man pulling up, catch him in the parking lot
Since he on that hoe shit slap him out his [?]
Scared go to church, have a talk with God [?]

Ma was a mother fucker pa was on the run
They left me all alone I'm a son of a gun
Got my back against the wall for whatever would come
I'm a gorilla it's a 100 to 1

I am not okay, something wrong with me
Why you think half of these folks won't get along with me
I've been up slowly, then it dawned on me
I'm a crazy mother fucker ain't no calm in me
When I pull up to that thing, 93 octane
Better fill the whole tank I'm talking gas
I got money in the bank, if you're saying one thing
Put some bread on your head that's your ass

Depression
Medicine
None of that shit fucking working, lost my mind what's my purpose
Found my dream but it ain't worth it, if these Instagram bitches
I'm fucking bodies ain't perfect, I'm body bagging these rappers
Chop a head off a serpent
You can't understand me like I'm talking in cursive
Shit sound good till I caught him in person
Say he ain't afraid to die but he look awfully nervous
Get you tossed in the furnace

Ma was a mother fucker pa was on the run
They left me all alone I'm a son of a gun
Got my back against the wall for whatever would come
I'm a gorilla it's a 100 to 1

I am not okay, something wrong with me
Why you think half of these folks won't get along with me
I've been up slowly, then it dawned on me
I'm a crazy mother fucker ain't no calm in me
When I pull up to that thing, 93 octane
Better fill the whole tank I'm talking gas
I got money in the bank, if you're saying one thing
Put some bread on your head that's your ass